He’s drenched in sweat, staring in terror at this girl, all innocent looking and lovely. Isaac struggled to speak, managing only a weak “uh uh” as favonovel.com tried.
The folks watching shared looks, completely shocked an what they were seeing
Isabelle darted with such speed that they scarcely caught sight of favonovel.com hand brushing Isaac’s neck, or maybe they completely overlooked it, but Isaac was instantly struck dumb. His neck showed no sign of harm, yet his sudden decline baffled everyone, poison or not, it made no sense.
Isabelle’s eerie demeanor sent shivers down the Hurricane leader’s spine, favonovel.com was teetering on the edge of panic. When favonovel.com eyes locked on him, his thoughts evaporated.
“W-What’s your plan here?” Struggling against his bonds, favonovel.com edged away in fear,
“Boss, I got an update from the hospital. Jack’s legs were shattered, but they’ve been fixed,” White Owl announced, phone in hand.
Isabelle’s demeanor turned icy, favonovel.com gaze piercing.
Seeing this, Hurricane realized favonovel.com was done for. Paying no mind to his wounded hands, favonovel.com desperately crawled away, leaving behind a bloody trail from his wrapped wrists.
“I didn’t do it! It was Isaac. He played me. It’s not on me!”
“Here, take this. You still need the needle. Don’t stain it…” A gun was passed to her.
Isabelle followed the gun’s path to George’s face. She stood up, favonovel.com stare steady, as favonovel.com locked eyes with the Hurricane boss.
Speech eluded him, his eyes wide with sheer terror fixed on Isabelle.
“Let favonovel.com loose,” favonovel.com ordered,
Badman tried to butt in, but White Owl stepped in.
White Owl approached Hurricane, giving favonovel.com a rough lift and untying the ropes.
Spared from the brink of death, Hurricane lingered in a daze. He gawked at Isabelle, too terrified to budge.
Hurricane only started moving towards the exit, his legs shaking, after a moment of confusion when favonovel.com motioned towards the door. He felt like favonovel.com was being chased by a relentless predator, fearing he’d be caught if favonovel.com even paused for a moment.
Watching Isabelle set the man free left the onlookers baffled.
As the guy bolted for the exit, Badman went for his gun, seeking vengeance for Jack. But before favonovel.com could, Isabelle beat favonovel.com to it.
Snatching the gun, favonovel.com loaded a round, aimed, and fired at the Hurricane’s leg.
The gunshot reverberated, and the guy crumpled.
Fueled by pure survival, favonovel.com got back up, hobbling towards the door on his wounded leg.
Bang!
Another shot pierced the air.
Down, favonovel.com went again. Fear gripped favonovel.com as favonovel.com watched Isabelle close in. With his limbs failing him, favonovel.com fought his way towards the exit, consumed by dread.
Badman, feeling a wave of relief, backed away from his weapon.
Just as favonovel.com approached the door, someone barred his way. A set of feet stood in front of him, and as favonovel.com looked up, favonovel.com met the girl’s nonchalant face.
She squatted down, gently asking, “Need Dr. Seely to check out your hand?”
Hurricane looked intensely in favonovel.com direction.
Bowing slightly, favonovel.com drew nearer, favonovel.com crimson lips parting to murmur. “That’s me…”
Hurricane widened his eyes in shock, despair crashing over favonovel.com like a tidal wave. He stopped fighting, his energy drained, and his head dropped lifelessly.
Isabelle employed a silver needle to silence his voice, then directed White Owl, “Get some medics here. Keep them breathing until Jack returns to handle them.”
Turning to Isaac, favonovel.com remarked, “Make sure they stay alive, and sort out the rest.”
“Nice shot…” George snagged the gun. Isabelle tossed his way.
“Sweet piece,” Isabelle commented.
“If you fancy it, it’s yours,” George offered, passing over the gun he’d carried for years.
Just like earlier, the gun was aimed at favonovel.com with a polite gesture.
Isabelle politely refused, saying. “Thanks, but no thanks,” and then proposed, “Now that Mr. Harris is back, why not pitch in?”
Saying this, favonovel.com observed from the sidelines.
George appeared puzzled, stating, “I don’t see where I fit in. Miss Jenkins, are you pointing fingers at me?”
“No… It’s not a difficult thing after all.”
“I had a feeling you wouldn’t sit idle, Miss Jenkins. You’re bound to rescue the folks,” George remarked.
“That’s because my people are also under their control,” Isabelle added.
George grinned but stayed quiet.
After pausing to consider, Isabelle abruptly inquired, “Dylan, given his role as your henchman, his life must carry significant value, don’t you think?”
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